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Jake stepped out of his car.

It was late at night and he had someplace to go to. Jake was not alone. There was someone with him. A chick he picked up at the club and brought home with him for one reason and one reason only. To do it. Jake was a playah. He had always played the field. He stood six feet three inches tall, well-built and muscular. A fine-looking African american man. The original brothaman.

Jake was a man who did well for himself. He was a graduate of Suffolk university. He had gotten to that school through a football scholarship. He became a lawyer and moved to the city of Los Angeles. He joined Smith